Self Expression

I came home from work today and the first thing my mom said to me was "Your son did something kind of naughty today. It was kind of my fault, though." Oh great. The kid had already been a stinker in the mere hour he had been awake before I left and I couldn't imagine what he had done. My mom directed me to go take a look at the chair and stool by our computer. My mom had left my little artist all by his lonesome by the computer with pens and an errant Sharpie while she ran downstairs for just a moment, and he proceeded to vent his frustrations on our poor furniture. He had a vision, apparently, because my mom said there wasn't so much as a dot of ink on himself or his clothing, and miraculously nothing on the walls. So now we have two stunning pieces of functional art. Good thing they actually belong to us. That is one of our kitchen chairs and our stool.